Counting colours to get to your heart

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Green is never forlorn
Glib

Green is a color
beside itself

Seven tones of
green

Make up
my darling

There’s
more:

Green is never
maudlin

Not majestic
at least at first glance

Poems of evergreen make up my baby
I want to dance with

him in the boughs of my family of trees
leaping off their fabulous tops

like languid birds
Make me bird

so I can chase you
Don’t leave me here

Rooted and
and whispering

Wishing and
Hopeful

Over a
bird

That can’t
stay

in the same
tree

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for long
Because green

goes grey
and enhancing pinks

and all the yellows
and white petals

of the past
present and future

shaken from those
leaves of green

Seven shades
and seventy seven

subshades
of green

is my everlasting love
for the bird

who is the cute man
who lives in Torino

From
Roma

A thing
of nature

Me
too

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Adam, the namer, let’s not never be bored, ever

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That we’ve
named blackbirds

blackbirds and not
Van Gogh Yellow Beaked

Flying Musical Instruments
seems to me to be a missed opportunity.

If we let kids rename
everything

a tree would be
Green Haired Giant Soprano

and a house Where We Paint
Our Walls A Different Colour

Everyday but then again would
we adults would be more than

Those Who Make Spaghettios
and Read Us Fairy Tales Before

The Zs & Ds?
Adults; we are such babies.

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